This is barely beta-ed so please forgive any mistakes. I'm so tired.

Prompts from Sofia Michelle- transguy!Blaine. (Thank you so much for the prompts, to everyone that's sent them!)

This contains some dysphoria, so be warned or something? And quite a bit of Blangst.

Binder

Blaine knows he's lucky to have his parents. He's lucky that they're supportive and that he started taking testosterone so early that now, no one would guess he used to have a soft, feminine body and long hair and dresses. He's grateful for new friends and a new school and a place where no one can accidentally call him Blair or She because no one knows that's who he used to be.

But he wishes, oh, how he wishes he could, just before he goes in the shower, take off his clothes peacefully; without having to fiddle with his binder, without having to take out the sock he shoved in his underwear, without having to avoid his own figure in the mirror. More than he wishes he could have kind words on his Aunt's lips or be able to walk fearless into the men's room, he wishes he could look like something he could love. He dreams that maybe he could love himself without the breasts, with a cock attached.

When Kurt arrives, it gets better and then it gets worse.

It gets better because Kurt, wonderful Kurt, can make him feel, even if just for a few moments, like he's nothing more than a teenage boy fumbling into love. But then it gets worse because Kurt is here to stay, and Kurt promised to never keep secrets from him and he lied when he promised the same in return, and Kurt kisses like fire that burns him soul to skin, and Kurt wants to let his fingers crawl under Blaine's shirt when they kiss but Blaine always pulls away until Kurt stops trying.

And Kurt stays over one night when Blaine's parents are out of town, and he knows there are no expectations because Kurt made it clear that he's not ready and Blaine knows he is nowhere near that, but he's freaking out because he'll have to sleep in his binder and keep his hair gelled through the night and not let Kurt's beautiful, gentle hands touch him because he'll be disgusted.

And Kurt stays over one night when Blaine's parents are out of town and finds his binder.

Blaine comes back with two glasses of warm milk and nearly drops them both, looking at Kurt holding one of his binders and how could he be so incredibly stupid and forget to put it away?

"Why do you have a bra?" Kurt asks. His voice is quiet and it's obvious he doesn't know, he still doesn't know but Blaine's brain has stopped working and he can't think of a lie that would explain this.

And then a sharp emotion tears through him and he knows he doesn't want to lie to Kurt anymore. "It's not a bra," he says, putting down the warm milk on the dresser and sinking to his knees, like he wants to pray, because suddenly his legs can't carry his weight anymore.

Kurt drops the binder and rushes to him, wraps him in a tight hug.

"Hey, baby, shh, it's alright, I'm right here," he says, rubbing Blaine's back and Blaine knows, he knows Kurt can feel the binder he's wearing through his light shirt, and he cries.

"Please don't leave me," Blaine whimpers, small and defeated and broken. "I'm sorry. Don't leave me."

"Baby, what are you apologizing for? Everything is alright, nothing happened, I'm right here, I'm right here…"

Blaine shakes his head. He grips onto Kurt's shirt, onto his broad shoulders and masculine scent and cries until he runs out of tears.

"I'm not leaving, baby, I'm here," Kurt whispers. He waits, letting minutes tick by until Blaine's breaths have evened and then, not letting go, he asks with a gentle voice, "do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

Blaine grips him tighter. If these are the last seconds he will have in Kurt's arms, he'll make the most out of them. He buries his nose under Kurt's chin and breathes.

"It's a binder," he says, and lets go of Kurt.

Kurt doesn't let go of him; he pulls him back into the hug. He doesn't know what it means.

"A binder as in, a breast-binder?"

Blaine blinks. He doesn't know what to think anymore; he settles for just letting out a sob and answering. "Yes."

A long moment goes by (or possibly, runs Blaine over), while the wheels in Kurt's brain turn.

"Which you need to make your chest flat, since naturally it isn't. Since your assigned-at-birth sex is female, but you don't identify as female and don't present yourself as feminine."

Blaine nods; Kurt's palm is warm on the back of his neck, and it feels like it's the only thing securing Blaine's head to his shoulders. "I'm sorry I lied."

"I forgive you."

He braces himself and tries breathing as he says, "I understand if-"

"I'm not leaving you, Blaine, I'm never saying goodbye to you," Kurt says, and Blaine can hear he's getting choked up as well. "I love you."

Blaine's breath gets caught in his throat. "I love you."